If I had any sense, I would stick her on eBay and be done with it.
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“Bianca,” the persistent voice whispered in my ear.
Cold lips brushed against my neck.
“You would make a magnificent doll. All these luscious red locks, pale skin with a hint of freckles. Wake up, my darling girl.”
I blinked to see William Montague, not in black and white but in high-definition 4k colour.
“Open,” he said, brushing his thumb across my lips.
To my horror. My lips had parted for him. Not by choice but by design—like a doll’s hinged jaw. I screamed, but the sound was muffled as if stuffed with cotton.
He pulled my lips up and inspected my mouth. His thumb pressed down on my canine, testing its sharpness. When I tried to bite, my jaw locked open—not by his hand, but by some unseen force.
“No rot,” he murmured as if inspecting livestock. “And the tongue—”
His finger slid in, pressing down until I gagged.
“Ah, still soft. That will change,” he said, delight lighting his sky-blue eyes.
A slow smile spread across his face, and the thin lips became a straight line. He pushed another finger in my mouth. The two cold fingers slid up and down my tongue before he pushed them past my throat, curling them until I gagged.
He pulled them out with a flash of his teeth while I stared at his dark brown hair falling over his forehead. His fingers slipped beneath the waistband of my thin cotton shorts.
“You're my new doll, Bianca. A doll must serve her master,” he murmured as his fingers pushed through my hair. “An heir for my line. A second chance.”
I panted through my open mouth. Panic ensued, as I couldn't move, but I could feel too much. The cold weight of his palm on my belly, the creak of my own joints stiffening. When I looked down, my thighs gleamed under the moonlight—not with sweat, but with a porcelain sheen.
His cold lips pressed against mine, blocking my view. I tried to shake my head, but it lay useless against my pillow. His fingers parted me, and he pushed them inside my pussy. His cold tongue ground against mine while his fingers pumped in and out of my pussy.
“Most women break during this part,” he mused, fingers crooking deeper. “But you? You'll hold your shape. Your screams will be glazed into something beautiful.”
His other hand cupped my breast, squeezing until I felt something inside crack. “There. Now the hollowing begins.”
The scent of smoke filled the room, and to my dismay, I felt myself grow wet. He groaned against my open mouth. The tortured sound echoed around me while I struggled to breathe. His weight shifted from my side until he lay on top of me. When I tried to protest, no sound came out. Helpless, while he pulled his fingers out of me.
“You're the one I've been waiting for. The one my dark Lord promised me,” he said, kissing my cheek. “The womb that is ready for my masterpiece.”
I closed my eyes when I felt his cock between my legs. The icy-cold tip parted me, pushing into my pussy, and stretching me open. It scraped inside me—not his dick, but something hard and curved was testing the walls of my uterus like a sculptor hollowing clay.
My eyes snapped open to see the dark smoke billow around us. It coiled around my wrists, pinning them to the bed—not with force, but by fusing my skin to the sheets, stitching me in place. His cold, wet lips captured my nipple as he began to thrust himself inside of me. The sound of him slurping over my breast as the bed creaked beneath me made me blink rapidly.
He built up a steady rhythm as he toyed with me. Fingers pinched my breast, and I felt him pull my legs wide open. He slammed into me, driving deep until I heard a clinking sound, but the sound of my groaning bed made me doubt myself.
His thick cock hammered away, pressing my hips into the bed with each downward thrust until I began to clench around him. His laughter was one of triumph, but I couldn't think clearly. All that mattered was the need to cum. It had been weeks since I last used my vibrator.
“That’s right, become my vessel, sweet Bianca. Take my seed,” he growled before a sinister smile appeared. “Become mine.”
I strained against the black smoke holding me down as he continued to slip in and out of my swollen, wet flesh.
“That’s it. It feels good, doesn't it, love?”
My body quivered as I erupted, gasping for air and clenching around his hard length. It didn't deter him as I panted through the blistering ecstasy. He became incensed and drove himself deep until I felt something cold inside of me. It was his cum. Between his intermittent gasps of pleasure, I heard a cracking sound—one that came from inside of me.
My eyelids sagged with fatigue, and everything turned dark. The last thing I felt was a cold hand pressing on my belly.
